Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.